Balthazar was setting up his stand in a little, mostly unknown settlement in Thedale. The day was graced by a pristine blue sky, yet the air still remained plesantly cool. Most likely from the fact that it was still way before noon. Next to him, Limbani was waiting, several poles and some cloth with him, to offer Balthazar some respite from the sun once it reached it's peak. The young vayron was eager to help his friend, yet noone really knew how many were considered friends by the vayron. People who see them both interacting together would think Limbani was a happy, sweet, little boy, yet if they made the mistake of approaching and talking to him, they would be greeted by a firm, calculating, gaze, as if the vayron was wondering how they dared talking to him. Soon those people would realize that only a selected view were privileged enough to interact with that side of Limbani.
The both of them quickly finished setting everything up, and sure enough, they already had their first custom